The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-08-27


 George Yenowine and myself. MT. Emerson, proprietor of the Hotel Ryan, of St. Paul, and also of the St. Louis hotel on Lake Minnetonka, in- vited us to surrender ourselves to his care. We did go. By request we were called at half-past three o'clock. The sun had just begun to grow red with the exertion of making his toilette. We were taken ont in boat by a skillful oarsman who said his name was Prof. Deyo.
 "What science do you preside over?" Field asked.
 "You sit still there or you'll pre- side overheard"
 ventured to ask question. but he drowned me into silence. He was as cold as the hind legs of a spring branch frog, and as uncommunicative as a crankless photograph.
 "When do the fish bite best?" Y Yeno- wine asked.
 "When they're hungry" the pro- lessor replied.
 "Where is the best place to fish?"
 s'In the water"
 We anchored and took up our tackle, but our lines did not fall in pleasant places. The professor, stalwart, bearded, sunburnt and grim, cast glacial eye upon our sport"
 "Don't you think it is time we were getting few thrilling suggestions of a nibble?" asked, deferentially inclin- ing my head. He made no reply. After while we began to speak of newspapers.
 "Look here," said the professor, "are you fellows newspaper men?"
 "Yes."
 "Well, why didn't you tell me?" he said, gathering up his oars. "I thought that you were a lot O dudes that had put on your worst clothes and come out here"
 "No," said Yenowine, "we are news paper men dressed in our best"
 "You don't mean to say that them's the best clothes you've got?"
 "Not only the best, but all we've got"
 "Then Pll be snatched, boys, if I don't take you where you'll ketch some fish," A genial smile broke over his face, and, pulling with sud- denly awakened life toward hill that had showed one foot out into the wa ter, he softly sang:
 "Git up early at the break O. day,
 Wanter go back to old New York
 To wallow around on a load O hay
 With an Irish potato on a hickory fork"
 q made that song myself" said he, land you bet ..t's good one. Now, chaps, we'll stop right here," he added, when we had gone some dis tance farther, "and if you don't ketch something Pll go in and find out what's the matter"
 The fish began to bite, and so com pletely did they recover from their shyness that we soon had the bottom of the boat lined with them. Mir. Emerson came out in steam yacht and served breakfast. It was one of the most graceful acts of courtesy have ever seen, and with us confirmed the truth of the universal declaration that he has no superior as hotel man, and but few equals as kind hearted and considerate gentleman.
 "Well," said Prof. Deyo, when we had eaten breakfast, "you've had all tho fun you want with croppies, an now Pll take you where you can swing corners with bass"
 Do you think we can find any?"
 "You leave that to me. When take lot of friends out I know how to make lem enjoy themselves"
 He rowed us quite distance, and, batting our hooks with live frogs, told us to help ourselves. Not even the recollection of the finest day of sport have ever known can allure me into the recital of fish story. I would like to tell how many we caught, how they objected and how some of the larger ones broke our lines, but know that it would be use- less. In my sleep I hold pole, the end of which cannot keep out of the water, and hear the startling excla- nations of my friends as they struggle with fiouncing fish. Warning to the public: I shall send another let | 0 n